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The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon :
No ebb his sea of glory knows,
His age is one eternal noon.
Then fly, my song, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Michael raise ;
All nature dwell upon the found,
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.

JESUS the only SAVIOUR, ADAM, our father and our head,

Transgrest; and justice doom'd us dead : The fiery law speaks all despair, There's no reprieve, nor pardon there. Call a bright council in the skies ; “ Seraphs the mighty and the wise, “ Say, what expedient can you give ? “ That sin be damn'd, and sinners live ? " Speak, are you strong to bear the load, “ The weighty vengeance of a God? “ Which of you loves our wretched race, « Or dares to venture in our place ?" In vain we ask : for all around Stands silence through the heavenly ground: 'There's not a glorious mind above Has half the strength, or half the love.

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But,

But, О unutterable grace !
Th'Eternal Son takes Adam's place :
Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Stretches his naked arms, and dies.
Justice was pleas'd to bruise the God,
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wrongs with heavenly blood;
What unknown racks and pangs he bore !
Then rose : The law could ask no more.
Amazing work ! look down, ye skies,
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes ;
Ye heavenly thrones, ftcop from-above,
And bow to this mysterious love.
See, how they bend! See, how they look !
Long they had read th'eternal book,
And studied dark decrees in vain,
The cross and Calvary makes them plain.
Now they are struck with deep amaze, :
Each with his wings conceals his face :
Now clap their founding plumes, and cry,
« The wisdom of a Deity!"
Low they adore th’ Incarnate Son,
And sing the glories he hath won ;
Sing how he broke our iron chains,
How deep he sunk, how high he reigns.
Triumph and reign, victorious Lord,
By all thy fiaming hosts adord:
And say, dear Conqueror, say, how long,
Ere we shall rise to join their song.

Lo,

Lo, from afar the promis'd day
Shines with a well-distinguish'd ray ;
But my wing'd paffion hardly bears
These lengths of flow delaying years.
Send down a chariot from above,
With fiery wheels, and pay'd with love ;
Raise me beyond th'ethereal blue,
To fing and love as angels do.

LOOKING UPWARD.

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HE heavens invite mine eye,

The stars falute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie

Thus groveling on the ground.
My warmer fpirits move,

And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love

To raise me swift and high.
Beyond those crystal vaults,

And all their sparkling balls ;
They're but the porches to thy courts,

And paintings on thy walls.
Vain world, farewell to you;

Heaven is my native air :
I bid my friends a short adieu,

Impatient to be there.

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I feel my powers releas'd

From their old Aerhy clod;
Fair guardian, bear me up in hafte,

And set me near my God.

CHRIST Dying, Rising, and Reigning,

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E dies ! the heavenly lover dies !

The tidings strike a doleful found
On my poor heart-strings : deep he lies
In the cold caverns of the ground.
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
On the dear bofom of your God,
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo, what sudden joys I fee!
Jesus the dead revives again.
The rising God forsakes the tomb,
Up to his father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him hoine,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell
How high our Great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoild the hosts of hell,
And led the nonfter death in chains,

Say, live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save !
Then ask the monster, Where's his sting?
And where 's thy victory, boasting grave ?

The GOD OF THUNDER.

O THE immenfe, th' amazing height

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The boundless grandeur of our God,
Who treads the worlds beneath his feet,
And sways the nations with his nod!
He speaks ; and lo, all nature fakes,
Heaeyn's everlasting pillars bow ;
He rends the clouds with hideous cracks,
And shoots his fiery arrows through.
Well, let the nations start and fly
At the blue lightning's horrid glare,
Atheists and emperors shrink and die,
When flame and noise torment the air.

Let noise and flame confound the skies,
And drown the spacious realms below,
Yet will we fing the Thunderer's praise,
And send our loud Hosannas through.

Celestial King, thy blazing power
Kindles our hearts to flaning joys,
We shout to hear thy thunders roar,
And echo to our Father's voice.

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Thus

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